These finely crafted ecofeminist poems cut from brown sugar and green cloth are the stuff of starfish whiz and Asian American turmoil, a yin-and-yang duo turned inside out with a glamorous hint of sassafras and old-time honey; dulcet verses written with slant rhymes in combination with shifting pictorial colors of hilarity provide a backdrop to Chang's idiosyncratic alphabet, riddled with dynastic complaint and thoughtful ghetto beauty. A quick visit to the planetarium of ABC asteroids and pinyin clouds, a true soul witch's brew in the making.